Solo Road Trip: Part One

Of course, I wasn’t technically alone; Lily and Emmy were in the back seat. But I was driving 300 miles without my road trip partner-in-crime. Ed had to teach his class that weekend, so I was “on my own.” The girls and I left after school to go to a family reunion in Midland, Michigan. It was Friday, and also unfortunately was rush hour. It took us a while to get out of the Chicago area. Then it was smooth sailing through Indiana, where we found a Culver’s to eat dinner. Usually we get our food delivered to our table right away, but this time, it took 20 minutes for our food to come.

That was okay, I thought, because then we had time to call Ed and say good night. It was only around 7:00, but he was going to bed early because his class started early the next day.

Road Trip with Kids

After dinner, we had a nice drive through Michigan. It was getting late, and Emmy and Lily fell asleep. Everything was going well until we got to Grand Rapids. All of a sudden traffic ground to a halt. It took me half an hour to get through Grand Rapids because of a car that had obviously been on fire, and then a bunch of fender benders from the people who had been gawking at the accident. The lights from all the traffic and the city woke up Lily. It is also potentially my swearing that woke her as well.

Finally Grand Rapids was fading in the distance, and we were on our way again. The country roads were dark, and as it became later, there was less traffic. I’m usually not a GPS girl and rely on maps, but this time, the GPS on my phone was very useful. Suddenly, however, we lost an hour. I had been predicting that we would arrive in Midland at around 11:30 p.m., and then the GPS spoke up and said we would be at our destination at 12:39 p.m. Lily was very unhappy with this announcement; she wanted a warm bed to lie down in! After I explained that there was a time change, she felt a little better. She was still tired!

I began to worry a little bit. I’d never been to this hotel before; what if I was supposed to call for a late arrival? What if there was a mix-up with our room? Surely I didn’t need to worry about these things, so I pushed those thoughts out of my head.

As I drove into town, I had a new worry. Where the heck was I going to park? The hotel was right on the street in the downtown area, and I didn’t see a parking lot!

I passed the hotel and turned right. Ta-Da! There was a parking garage clearly marked for the hotel. I got my tired girls out of the car and headed for the door, wondering if I would find the lobby. Ta-Da! I saw three people as soon as I walked into the hotel. “You must be Mrs. Grabske!” a woman said. I was a little surprised, but not really. She explained that my dad had been telling her about me and that I would be coming soon with my two little girls. Before I knew it, we were checked in and I was tucking my two tuckered girls into bed.

My aunt said the next day that I had a God moment, finding the parking garage and checking in so easily. I thought it was just good luck, but as I thought about it, yes, I believe God really was taking care of me. Once again, I could see God’s fingerprints in my life. I don’t always notice them, or take them for granted, but He is always with me, protecting me. God moments, indeed.

Read on!  Part Two and Part Three

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Wherein I discover what a “horseshoe” really is

It seems like an easy enough question. When I saw the word “horseshoes” on a menu in Springfield, however, I was stumped.

Many different regions have delicacies for which they are known. You’ll never have a better pork tenderloin sandwich than one in Iowa. Philly has its cheese steak sandwiches and Chicago has deep dish pizza.

Some specialties are less well known. I didn’t know Santa Maria was famous for tri-tip beef until I visited my sister in Central California. When Ed and I were driving in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, billboards for pasties had us wondering. And we never did try the boiled peanuts we saw advertised in North Carolina.

As they say, when in Rome…so I ordered a hamburger horseshoe for lunch. What I got was a piece of white, toasted bread with a hamburger patty on top, covered with crispy French fries and topped with cheddar cheese sauce. I am a sucker for cheese fries, so this “horseshoe” was a dream come true!

Of course, as soon as I had wifi, I had to look up the origins of the horseshoe. It didn’t look like a horseshoe, so why was it called a horseshoe? The horseshoe was invented in Springfield in the early 1900’s. It was originally served on a warm metal plate, which was the “anvil.” The bread was toasted with thinly pieces of sliced bone-in ham. These pieces of ham were shaped like a “horseshoe” after being cut off the bone, and the name of this open-faced sandwich was born. The ham was covered with tangy cheese sauce, and then eight wedges of potato, the “nails,” where placed around the sandwich.

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We saw a blacksmith using an anvil during our trip to Lincoln’s New Salem.

I saved a copy of the cheese sauce recipe, and I’m going to try making horseshoes for dinner sometime soon. I don’t have any metal plates, however; I think they’ll taste just as good on my Crate & Barrel dishes.

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